Danny Kemp.

For those that have read my previous articles and enjoyed them, I thank you for sharing that same enjoyment that I experienced when penning them to this site. For those that searched them to find a salvation of one kind or another, then I offer an apology. They were not written by a philosopher or an academic scholar but simply by me, a man with few qualifications but a love of life, and all those who treat it as precious as I.

I have, as a highly educated General Practitioner of Medicine once told me, less life to live than all ready lived. I genuinely believe that information had not been gleaned by him from any lecture he may have undergone at Medical School or the symptoms that I displayed, but from something we all have; Common Sense.

Why do we waste what is common to us all?

Could the answer lay, there, in the words themselves? If that innate quality was called Rare Sense or Unsustainable Sense would it be managed and cared for differently or perish the thought, listened and adhered to more often?

This diverse race of ours, is separated from the animal bred by its ability to think and reason, question and explain our decisions coherently, yet we still use force of one kind or another to press our selfish case, when individual so-called values out-weigh those of the vast majority.

Do most of us want war and conflict? No, then why are they so many? Do any of us want worries or insecurities?

When we all reach the end of the line of life, one thing is sure and irrefutable; we can no longer influence those left behind unless we have laid a foundation before we part. As single entities we live such a short time but as a race have survived for thousands, of years. What, I must ask, have the collected intellects of man done to enhance what is common to us all? Are the so many material things that man has created, superior to the damage that has been caused in our stride towards…..this quality of life. Is that the measure of our success?

Where would we all be without the gun and the power that gives? Or the self conviction that we are right, and that those we do not understand, or willing to listen to, are wrong?

This life, this World is common to us all, let us use it well and leave it as a better place for those that follow.


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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